Wool Goddess

The other day, someone said something that stopped me in my tracks.

They said, “Oh I can’t meditate or crochet, it triggers me. Makes me think of all the people that trigger me.”

At first, I nodded. I get it. This time last year I could not focus and keep my busy mind still during a Breathwork Session. What was I thinking about? It was an argument I had with a boyfriend in my TEENS! While the class focused on breathing I was questioning my style of arguing as a teenager, so yes, I get it.

Life is layered. Sitting still, or doing something repetitive like crochet, can bring up everything you’ve tried to keep buried. But then I paused, and replied with something that felt equally as true:

“People don’t trigger you. They trigger your trigger. You are not your trigger, you are simply moved by an emotion tied to an old wound. That trigger? It’s usually a signpost for healing. And your healing… is your responsibility.”

It landed. And it got me thinking.

How often do we run from things that bring us back to ourselves?

Crochet, meditation, journaling, these are practices of stillness. And stillness can be confronting. When we slow down, the noise we’ve ignored gets louder. Old stories, resentments, unresolved pain, they all start knocking. Not to torment us, but to be witnessed, felt, and healed.

Here’s the hard truth: the people who “trigger” us are rarely the real issue. What gets activated in us; the anger, sadness, discomfort, already lived inside. They just pressed the button. That button is ours to examine, understand, and, eventually, rewire.

This doesn’t mean we excuse harmful behavior. Boundaries are still vital. But blaming others for our emotional reactions keeps us stuck in a loop. Owning our triggers sets us free.

So if sitting in silence makes you squirm… If your hands can’t stay still long enough to finish a row of stitches… If your heart races during breathwork or your mind fills with old faces…

Pause. Breathe. Get curious.

What are you really feeling? What memory is that feeling connected to? What part of you is still waiting to be heard, held, and healed?

That’s the invitation.

Crochet didn’t trigger you. Meditation didn’t betray you. Stillness didn’t create the wound, it just showed you where it is.

You’re not broken. You’re human. And every trigger is just another breadcrumb on the path back to wholeness.

So next time the discomfort rises, maybe don’t run.

Lean in. There’s wisdom there.

Love & healing hugs